Raven about NSA and Privacy

I stole this from Digital Cuttlefish since he says it so much better than I could.

 Once upon a conversation, I received a revelation—
Just a tiny aberration in the phone line could be heard
It was near too faint for hearing, all too quickly disappearing,
And it surely had me fearing they had listened to my word
But of course, there is no reason to be snooping for my word
Such a notion is absurd!

With the conversation ending, and my paranoia pending—
Was some listening ear attending? Had a wiretap occurred?
My suspicions were implying what I’d rather be denying;
That the government was spying, and the lines had all been blurred
There had formerly been limits, but those lines have all been blurred—
Ah, but surely that’s absurd!

Could my phone call now be quoted? My associations noted?
Are there data banks devoted, at the mercy of some nerd?
All the data they can hack up, with more copies just for backup
In some cave where servers stack up with the info there interred?
They will long outlast my body, which will rot when I’m interred
This is far beyond absurd!

In a time that seems chaotic, is my worrying neurotic?
Maybe spying’s patriotic—it’s what 9/11 spurred.
Sure, the citizens are frightened, but security is heightened
With the leaky borders tightened and some terrorists deterred
Why, the means are surely justified if terror is deterred
Or they’re not… cos it’s absurd.


5 responses to “Raven about NSA and Privacy

  1. Hello there. I just wanted to say thanks for liking a post on my blog. Wonder what you liked about it. Wonderful, wonderful poem by the way. The first thing I’ve found laughable about this entire debacle.

  2. The Prodigal Son’s post was at http://letterstomydistantfather.wordpress.com/2013/06/17/on-fathers-and-their-works/comment-page-1/#comment-24. My answer was as follows.

    Yes, my son. You have encountered My Holy Mystery. Contemplate well on My perfection, for it only seems to the uninitiated to be imperfect. Praise my Holiness and Righteousness and you will be rewarded the same as those who don’t praise me, for this is the Way of the Holy Mystery. I like to sprinkle cancer and rape liberally, so that those who know me can find comfort in my infinite wisdom. And remember you are always welcome to return Home.

  3. I also left a less snarky response at The Prodigal Son’s post. This Holy Mystery non-answer is common to many religions, but I first ran across it in the Roman Catholic Baltimore Catechism, and I thought it seemed the appropriate response for an invisible, non-communicative Father. If Prodigal Son lived in the South, he’d have driven past the many billboards miraculously erected by Jesus and the Father explaining their Love for him and signed by each so that we can be assured of the sign’s miraculous origins. May you drink of the Father’s infinite wisdom and not come up infinitely thirsty or gagging for some semblance of reality.

  4. Great poem – so funny!

  5. Unfortunately, all I can take credit for is recognizing great poetry and copying it. As I mentioned in the post, it came from Digital Cuttlefish.

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